Swooning Over Sentences Quotes & Sayings

But if anyone were to conduct his life by reason He would find great riches in living a peaceful life And being contented; one is never short of a little But men want always to be powerful and famous So that their fortune rests on a solid foundation And they can spend a placid life in opulence. There isn't a hope of it; to attain great honours You have to struggle along a dangerous way And even when you reach the top there is envy Which can strike you down like lightning into Tartarus. For envy, like lightning, generally strikes at the top Or any point which sticks out from the ordinary level. — Lucretius

Buenas noches.
Don't mind the roaches. — Joseph Brodsky

He attempted to bark the order and succeeded, albeit with more of a chihuahua result than intended. — Jeffery Russell

If he kissed her once, just once, he'd walk away and never think about it again. — Brooklyn Skye

Out to sea, the calm lagoon waters were darkening, while the comets overhead glowed brighter, omens in the gloaming. — Julian May

I joke that a person of color would never make a movie like 'Midnight in Paris.' Nostalgia isn't so enticing. — Meshell Ndegeocello

The great requisite for the prosperous management of ordinary business is the want of imagination. — William Hazlitt

At least half of his hunters writhed on the ground with grubs already inside them, causing horrendous agony. These had to be helped away by terrified Ship People whose courage lay trembling in their hearts as lightly as leaves. — Peadar O'Guilin

Making a square around the greatest living Olympic Knight, like a wolfpack come upon a great panther of the forest. — Pierce Brown

He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by soft leaves, not needles; leaves that carried their deaths secretly inside them, that already heard the whispers of Autumn. Roots and branches that knew things. — Michael Montoure

From her perch more than a kilometer aboveground, she surveys the city that never sleeps, glittering and coruscating in the rain like a metaphor for her glamorous life. — Bao Shu

I shouldn't, but I do.
I trust. — Rachel Cohn

Still, that didn't stop the flare of heat from returning to Melody's chest. "You called my boss a b word."
Declan zeroed his gaze on hers. "No, I said she was being one, and she was. To you. And I didn't like it. — Brooklyn Skye

Power-over is resorted to time without number because people will not wait for the slower process of education. — Mary Parker Follett

She got dressed at the side of the pool, schooled her limp into a rolling gait and headed for the hall. — Sally Courtnix

When people try to read between the lines - critics, they have a job. Their job is to make something bigger than it is. — Chris Rock

You can shoo people away in real life, but not when they force their way in through the dream door. — Donna Lynn Hope

When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?" ( ... )
A sigh of longing. "To be honest, I wanted to be ruler of the entire world. Or the ruler's trophy wife. — Gena Showalter

Mark Twain once opined in his homey way: "The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and the lightning bug. — Dan Simmons

I would write:
"The soft melting hunk of butter trickled in gold down the stringy grooves of the split yam."
Or:
"The child's clumsy fingers fumbled in sleep, feeling vainly for the wish of its dream."
"The old man huddled in the dark doorway, his bony face lit by the burning yellow in the windows of distant skycrapers."
My purpose was to capture a physical state or movement that carried a strong subjective impression, an accomplishment which seemed supremely worth struggling for. If I could fasten the mind of the reader upon words so firmly that he would forget words and be conscious only of his response, I felt that I would be in sight of knowing how to write narrative. — Richard Wright

It was shivery and scant. Scared. Skint. But just around the edges it was still scintillant. — Patrick Rothfuss

The truest self-respect is not to think of self. — Henry Ward Beecher

Everything laughed. — Michael Montoure

Alarmed, Jehoshaphat resolved to inquire of the LORD, and he proclaimed a fast for all Judah" (2 Chronicles 20:3). He — Bill Mills

Silence held the bubble of the world in its grip. — Terry Pratchett

The city lies at the galaxy's dust-stranded edge, enfolding a moon that used to be a world, or a world that used to be a moon; no one is certain anymore. In the mornings its skies are radiant with clouds like the plumage of a bird ever-rising, and in the evenings the stars scatter light across skies stitched and unstitched by the comings and goings of fire-winged starships. Its walls are made of metal the color of undyed silk, and its streets bloom with aleatory lights, small solemn symphonies, the occasional duel. — Yoon Ha Lee

Some stories aren't meant to be told. The more they get told, the more they change from what they once were, worn down and smooth like pieces of sea glass too beautiful to have ever been broken bottles. — Caren Gussoff

It was raining when Amarelle Parathis went out just after sunset to find a drink, and there was strange magic in the rain. It came down in pale lavenders and coppers and reds, soft lines like liquid dusk that turned luminescent mist on the warm pavement. The air itself felt like champagne bubbles breaking against the skin. Over the dark shapes of distant rooftops, blue-white lightning blazed, and stuttering thunder chased it. — Scott Lynch

Abby: In another life, I could love you.
Travis: I might love you you in this one. — Jamie McGuire

The place smelled male, not the metal-and-soap maleness of a locker room nor the malt-and-sawdust maleness of an old-time corner saloon, but the leather-and-oiled-wood maleness of a city club, as finished and self-consistent as the ash of a fine cigar. At sight of the skirted figure stalking him, the sole visible attendant took refuge behind a showcase; surely a giraffe, were it a male one, would have startled him less. — Ellery Queen